C.E.O Piggy

⇠Fatter Than a Christmas Turkey⇢

~ Christmas Day: Two weeks later~

Christopher woke up the next morning early, the younger male rolled over slowly smiling at the sleeping older male. Christopher ran his fingers through his boyfriend's hair for a few minutes before pulling the loose blanket over the other's shoulders. Christopher quickly pulled on a shirt and sweatpants before padding downstairs and observing the living room. Admiring the Christmas lights and tree he had set up after the older male fell asleep after being stuffed with cake. Christopher made his way into the kitchen a few minutes later, pulling out pots and pans before he began cooking.

The smell of food must have coaxed Blake from bed a few hours later, he came padding down the stairwell, shirtless, his round belly pooling against the waistband of his shorts. Blake scratched his stomach and stretched before walking into the kitchen wrapping his arms around the younger male. "Morning." He whispered, kissing Christopher's cheek.

"You weren't supposed the be awake yet, breakfast was supposed to be a surprise," Christopher replied shyly.

"Can't help it," I answered, quickly scooping up some hashbrowns and quickly eating them. Christopher made a small noise in the back of my throat, gently hitting me on the hand.

"Stop being a greedy piglet and go wait in the living room," Christopher instructed.

"Can't help what you turned me into." I chuckled.

"Keep acting like that and you won't get your presents," Christopher smirked.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Chris," I spoke softly.

"Well, I did, I wanted you to know how much I love you," Christopher said.

"I didn't get you anything..." I trailed off.

"That's fine Blakey, you can make it up to me by eating all my food," Christopher replied.

"This is a lot, even for me Chris." I grimaced.

"I believe in you; besides you'll have me to encourage you." Christopher beamed.

Christopher watched me slowly saunter into the living room, looking down at the pan in front of him, and biting his lower lip. The guilt was starting to gnaw at his stomach, causing waves of pain in the pit of his stomach, he knew tonight had to be the night. Christopher had to tell the truth and deal with the aftermath of his choices. Christopher quickly finished breakfast, piling a plate up before walking into the living room. I quickly snatched the plate from Christopher's hands and started eating.

Christopher watched his boyfriend for a few minutes, he found that he loved the roundness he created. He's miss it dearly, his mind was racing, Christopher chewed on the inside of her cheek as he stared. He started wandering about what Blake would do after he learned the truth; would he lose the weight and go back to being his steely self? Would the older male have a breakdown and eat himself to his early death? Those were the first two ideas that came to mind, Christopher was scared for the older male, and he was worried if he domesticated the other so badly, he's cracked being alone.

Blake Morningstar was forced to be reckoned with before Christopher got ahold of him, now the C.E.O. boss was a domesticated house cat who would do anything for a meal ticket. "Are you not hungry?" Blake asked forcing Christopher to break from his train of thought.

"N-No, I made this all for you babe," Christopher smirked. "You already slowing down?" He joked.

"What? No, just making sure you won't starve." I snorted.

"Eat as much as you want babe." He smiled. Christopher watched me shrug before going back to eating. In the past, my appetite has proven to be overly ambitious when it came to finishing meals but tonight, the way my empty belly gurgles and groans almost desperately, sent my brain into overdrive. The first two plates go down like nothing, they barely even begin to satisfy the hunger that's been plaguing him, and he doesn't hesitate at all to hold out the empty plate watching Chris enter the kitchen for his third.